Sitting primly
looking at me;
Mistress She,
living free.

Eyes wide
gazing, from
pools of azure
between hooded lids.

She winked, once, then twice,
her tongue curled, and lingered
on her lips.

Fully raptured
totally captured.

and then she gave the game away;
a smile
a yawn;
My dear,
what sharp teeth you have,
Little Pussycat !

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